Aztec Eternals

May is the beginning of the rainy season, and the climate is changeable and unpredictable like a god. It was still cloudy just now, but in an instant it was clear again. The west slanting sun fell into the eyes, only to make people dizzy.

"Haha! Sweet fruit is eaten by people and birds, and it will not end well sooner or later! As for sour fruit, birds don't eat it. Even if it is made into dried fruit, no one wants to eat it. Even if you eat it, you will spit it out, and it will turn into a rotten fruit." Sour and bitter pomace! This pomace is so good, I would rather be a pomace!"

Ugel opened his robe, sweating all over his body, sometimes angry and sometimes happy. He babbled non-stop, like crazy, and he didn't look like a priest or elder at all. Fortunately, although he was emotionally ups and downs, his mouth was firm, and he insisted on not leaking anything that should not be said.

After a while, the chubby elder priest gasped and fell on the cotton blanket again. He vented a bit, and the pressure in his heart finally eased, and it was no longer overwhelming like a black cloud. Afterwards, he waved his hand, and the maid brought a cup of warm honey tea, touched the catkin lightly, and carefully fed it into the elder's mouth. The sweet taste reverberated in his mouth, and then slowly slid down his throat, with the fragrance of scented tea, which lifted his spirits.

"Huh! It's still early, so there's no rush."

Ugel shook his head contentedly, and looked up at the sky. At dusk, the setting sun reflects the magnificent sunset glow, and draws a magnificent silhouette under the Great Temple. Fiery red and deep interweave between heaven and earth, the beauty is thrilling, like an immortal streamer.

Such a scene, in the eyes of the priest and elder, made him lose his mind. On a closer look, it looked like a harbinger of danger. He muttered to himself, feeling a little sad for a moment.

"It's so beautiful! It's like a fire, and it's like an abyss! I'm right here between the heavenly fire and the earthly abyss, if I take a wrong step."

"Cough! Respected priests and elders, when Cholula's envoy came to visit this time, he brought some expensive gifts."

Sipilly coughed lightly, and hurriedly asked for instructions. Let the priests and elders continue talking like this, I don't know what words will come out. He also wants to survive a few years of qualifications in peace, and then jump out of the vortex of the capital, let him out, and be a happy regional officiant.

"Elder, what should I do with these precious gifts?"

"Huh? An expensive gift?"

Ugel's eyes lit up immediately, and he turned over and sat up. Hearing this, he was not tired.

"What is it?"

"A piece of ancient Toltec jade, a few top-quality sky-blue turquoises, and two bags of blended top-quality smoke."

"Ah! Ancient jade, top-grade turquoise, top-grade smoke!"

Ugel's eyes widened, his face beaming with joy. These are all his favorites, and they are simply not available in the market.

"Phew! Priests of Cholula, you are really generous. This is just a door-to-door ceremony. If you really ask me to do something, then it's no good."

Thinking of this, Ugel felt a little itchy. He hesitated, thinking about whether to meet with the other party.

What can Cholula's emissary do? It's nothing more than seeing the momentum of the Eastern Expedition, and the alliance has reached the door, so you want to come to Cholula to intercede. As the priest and elder in charge of general affairs, couldn't he just speak up in the high priests? At that time, regardless of whether the matter is completed or not, the things will be accepted as soon as they are received, and they will not be taken back.

"Well, priests of Cholula, where do you live?"

"Ah? Respected priests and elders, they live in the southeast corner of the palace area, an ordinary noble mansion."

"How do you live so far away?"

Ugel raised his eyebrows. He stood up, took two steps, and gave orders.

"Send a messenger and let them."

Suddenly, Ugel's footsteps were fixed, and his opened mouth was tightly closed again. He lowered his head, raised his feet slightly, and watched the elder priest who was trampled under his feet motionless, maintaining this posture, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

"Pomace, pomace, it's called pomace if it's sour and bitter, and it's called pomace if no one cares about it! At this critical moment, why do you make early fruit to attract attention for nothing? No, it's about Cholula. , Absolutely don’t touch it. It’s not worth it for a little property!”

Sipilly waited for a while, looking at Ugel as if he had been immobilized. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his head carefully and asked.

"Elder, do you want to send a messenger to invite the priests of Cholula to come and see?"

"No! I don't see you! I don't see you all! Don't worry about them, if they come again, they will all be driven away!"

Ugel took two steps, shook his head, turned around and lay down on the carpet again.

"Remember, put all their gifts in the warehouse. After you put them away, don't tell me any more!"

".Obey, Elder."

"call!"

Ugel took a deep breath of the smoke, and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He knew that his ears were soft and his eyelids were shallow. If we really meet each other, the other party will say some touching words, come up with some handed down fetishes, and make some small requests, maybe they will agree. So, it's better not to see each other.

"The top priority right now, I still have to! After this time passes, I will simply jump out of the capital, go to the local archdiocese, and forget it as a patriarch!"

Ugel's thoughts turned, he thought for a while, and shook his head again. At his level, there are not many suitable positions in the local area.

The Archdiocese of Mexico is under the direct jurisdiction of the High Priests, needless to say. The archdiocese of Tarasco is under the administration of Xiulot, and the archdiocese of Otomi is Oort's territory. Although Oort was about to die, he dragged on. Although the Archdiocese of Vastyk is vacant, it only has an empty title and a small city-state of Metzitlan. As for this Eastern Expedition, after conquering the four states of Tlaxcala, a new archdiocese should be established.

"Huh? Then we still have to solve the problem of the holy city of Cholula! Trouble, really trouble!"

After much deliberation, Ugel couldn't find a suitable place. He laughed to himself and sighed.

"Hey! Power, power, in this position, how can there be vacant power? I'd better make a piece of rotten wood and put it in the high priests in the capital!"

The priest and elder raised his head, looking at the gradually dimming sunset. The darkness is coming, can the dead wood be immortal? Inexplicably, he remembered a figure he hadn't remembered for a long time, and a head that was silent and silent.

"Rotten wood can't be carved, rotten wood is no threat. There is still time for rotten wood. Just live happily!"

A long memory flooded into my heart, causing Ugel's eyes to diverge. He thought for a while in a daze, and suddenly he was a little proud again, and he regained his strength.

"It's almost time! Sipilly, prepare some clean towels and a small fan. Come with me!"

"Ah? Elder, let's go."

"Well. It's always right to visit frequently and take good care of you. As for the general affairs of the priesthood, it's not so important!"

"Follow you."

Soon, the two were ready. Ugel put on a plain robe, and Sipilly carried a small bamboo basket on his back. In the bamboo baskets are some serving utensils for the servants, and I don't know who they are for.

The sun was setting, casting shadows over the land. The last glow shone on the two walking until they disappeared in the towering and dark palace.

And not far away from the darkness, there was another ancient priest's mansion. Candles flicker on the walls and gods dance on murals. Under the candlelight and murals, the two were sitting opposite each other, both wearing priest's feather crowns, looking at each other silently.

The first person on the top was dressed in a luxurious dress, with a face like a crown jade, rich and handsome. The next person was wearing a black robe, with gray hair and a vicissitudes of life.

After a while, the old man at the bottom sighed and asked a question calmly.

"Elder Priest Akapu, are you really unable to mediate for us in the High Priest Group?"